I decided to take this entire weekend to grieve, cry, pout, and pray. Monday morning begins my prosecution process. I hate it. It kills me that I have to do this. I hate it because on one hand in so incredibly grateful for A.L. for placing Brody in our lives. On the other hand I'm furious/hurt/frustrated/confused. How could she look him in the eye and tell him his baby sister was coming to our family? Just tonight while snuggling me before bed he said to me, "mom, I want a baby sister." I then explained to him in the best age appropriate way I know how that the baby sister he thought was coming, isn't." Although I already told him this he doesn't understand. My heart is broken for him, my other boys, my husband, and myself. I'm not even sure where to go from here.